Felix took another long deep breath as he looked around him at where it had all begun. The Palladium's lobby lay empty since there were no matinee performances on Saturday but for Felix the room was packed to the rafters with tension as he stared up at the poster advertising the return of The Great Simon, the one person in the world that could rid him of the curse that was ruining his life. Silently, he slipped through a door to where he knew the backstage area to be in search of the famous hypnotist...
'Are you lost young man?' Felix whirled around to see a glamorous looking woman in a tank-top and impossibly tight jeans. He recognised her as the Great Simon's incredibly sexy assistant, Zoe. Dammit, he'd been roaming the corridors less than five minutes and he'd been discoved already. 'Well?' she raised a vivacious eyebrow. Still a little startled and intimidated by the beautiful woman before him, Felix stammered that he needed to see her famous boss, to which she demanded an explanation as to why. 'You're not seeing him unless you have a hell of a reason,' Zoe folded her arms defiantly, 'the Great Simon is a very busy man!' And so it came out, all of it, every single humiliating detail of how his sister was systematically turning him into a living joke by summoning the fantastically feminine Felicia whenever she felt like it. The utter shame he felt from just reciting his story made it difficult for him to even look at Zoe while he was talking but she barely even seemed interested, she just stood there, one hand on a perfectly sculpted hip, the other absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. He was spilling out the worst moments of his life and she didn't even care... Feeling disgusted, he turned to walk away. 'So...' she purred after him, '...what song did Simon set as your trigger?' He told her. She smirked cruelly, still playing with her phone, and looked up at him as those all too familiar disco chimes began to play through the phone's speakers. Heaven...
When Felix finally returned to being, well...Felix, he was sitting on a fold out bed in a cramped dressing room, his body strapped into a tiny latex bikini that really emphasised the curves from the hormones his sister had been slipping Felicia and a fishnet body stocking that encased everything from his chest down. Zoe stood in front of him and was in the process of pulling up her practically painted-on jeans while Felix contemplated the strange taste in his mouth.
'It seems Felicia is a girl of many talents!' Zoe winked mischieviously, 'if you really want me to help you get rid of her, it's going to cost you.' She exhaled loudly and grinned widely, gazing down at her prey. 'I just hope you're as good at following instructions as Felicia was!'
Yay! More!
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ReplyDeleteFelix took another long deep breath as he looked around him at where it had all begun. The Palladium's lobby lay empty since there were no matinee performances on Saturday but for Felix the room was packed to the rafters with tension as he stared up at the poster advertising the return of The Great Simon, the one person in the world that could rid him of the curse that was ruining his life. Silently, he slipped through a door to where he knew the backstage area to be in search of the famous hypnotist...
Delete'Are you lost young man?' Felix whirled around to see a glamorous looking woman in a tank-top and impossibly tight jeans. He recognised her as the Great Simon's incredibly sexy assistant, Zoe. Dammit, he'd been roaming the corridors less than five minutes and he'd been discoved already. 'Well?' she raised a vivacious eyebrow. Still a little startled and intimidated by the beautiful woman before him, Felix stammered that he needed to see her famous boss, to which she demanded an explanation as to why. 'You're not seeing him unless you have a hell of a reason,' Zoe folded her arms defiantly, 'the Great Simon is a very busy man!' And so it came out, all of it, every single humiliating detail of how his sister was systematically turning him into a living joke by summoning the fantastically feminine Felicia whenever she felt like it. The utter shame he felt from just reciting his story made it difficult for him to even look at Zoe while he was talking but she barely even seemed interested, she just stood there, one hand on a perfectly sculpted hip, the other absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. He was spilling out the worst moments of his life and she didn't even care... Feeling disgusted, he turned to walk away. 'So...' she purred after him, '...what song did Simon set as your trigger?' He told her. She smirked cruelly, still playing with her phone, and looked up at him as those all too familiar disco chimes began to play through the phone's speakers. Heaven...
When Felix finally returned to being, well...Felix, he was sitting on a fold out bed in a cramped dressing room, his body strapped into a tiny latex bikini that really emphasised the curves from the hormones his sister had been slipping Felicia and a fishnet body stocking that encased everything from his chest down. Zoe stood in front of him and was in the process of pulling up her practically painted-on jeans while Felix contemplated the strange taste in his mouth.
'It seems Felicia is a girl of many talents!' Zoe winked mischieviously, 'if you really want me to help you get rid of her, it's going to cost you.' She exhaled loudly and grinned widely, gazing down at her prey. 'I just hope you're as good at following instructions as Felicia was!'
Going in unexpected directions, pretty nice
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